Noah felt THE Organ of Civilization and THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons in his mind pulsing with immensity. They were drawing in tremendous waves of potential endlessly. Like twin hearts pumping not blood but pure possibility through the veins of his existence.
Across his veins and vessels and Heart of Infinite Lexicons, rivers of Phonemes and Logos had now begun to flow and refine his existence passively. He could feel them coursing through him. Fire warming his meridians. Water cooling his consciousness. Earth stabilizing his foundation. Air lightening his spirit.
All of it flowing and all of it refining. All of it making him more!
And regardless of apocalypses, struggles, unfairness... the one thing he always loved across existence was exactly this.
The sense of advancement.
The sense of finding out something new.
The sense of unmasking the wonders of existence.
